Log 11: Untitled
it’s funny how you stop noticing the explosions after a while. they blend in with the sound of orders, the shouting, the sparks. it all becomes one long, metallic hum — like the universe itself is sighing.
i used to get scared, you know? the first few times out there, blaster shaking in my hands, energon pumping so loud i could hear it in my head. now it’s just… background noise.
sometimes i wonder if optimus looks at us — the nameless ones — and feels anything. pity, maybe? or does he even see us?
megatron says every soldier is vital to the cause. i think he means that in the way you’d say every screw is vital to a ship. you can lose a few. the ship still floats.
but still, i fight.not because i believe in the cause anymore — but because it’s what i was built to do.
and because sometimes, in this endless fight, i feel… real.
